Motherhood has taught me how dexterous love is, and how tough it is. While I am at the end of this first leg of motherhood (my children are teenagers), I am reflecting on how many times my heart had to break and be put back together.
And for that cause am I mystified why my heart didn’t break. Through divorce, deaths, struggles co-parenting with a man I married to forget another one I couldn’t live without…
My heart kept beating.
It began to beat…for them.
While it broke for the loss of a love…it beat for them.
The responsibility of being present in their lives, being a guiding force, a safe place? It is powered by love.
I learned that a mother’s heart is its own army. Even in death, I’ll leave love with and within them.
I Breathe Fire 